Tim pulled out the papers from his pockets and uncurled them. he adjusted his position to sit cross-legged on the bed and held the small flashlight. he was using the flash light just in case Bruce, Dick or Alfred came around, they`d kill him if they saw what he had, and what he grabbed out of the draw was the exact things he needed. almost uncanny.
there was a birth certificate with the mothers name smudged and unreadable except for the small S at the beginning.
A picture of Dick, Bruce and this so called Jason with a large black German shepherd with white around it`s muzzle, Ace, He remembered that spunky dog.
then there was a credit card, Tim smiled and pulled his computer he had gone back to get and placed the card in a home made scanner that came in handy a few time when he was looking threw the Batman/Bruce Wayne mystery. A green screen popped up and Tim started to tap madly and the key bored before a smaller white screen appeared with a long list of things buy he last thing was what drew his attention. Ethiopia.
What was Jason...Todd, as the certificate stated plainly doing there?
Tim smiled, well this was a job for...Google! He typed in the three key words Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne and Ethiopia. Quickly pictures and post came up and Tim pulled up a few on new tabs look threw them. and reading with a dagger like stare, what ever the press had written, it wasn't the whole truth Robin and Batman were some were in this story even if the words didn't say it he knew.
Wayne Family grief
By: Vicky Vale
Bruce Wayne, a playboy billionaire, a ladies man, a business man, that is how he was
seen from the out side, but on the inside, in his own home, he was seen as a friend, as
a care taker, and as a Father, to first young Dick Grayson who lost his parents in a deadly
circus accident. Then came a second boy, young troubled Jason Todd. In my past story
the moment this boy was adopted I mentioned Jason was arrested at least four times before
the age of twelve. Then Bruce took the boy in and even thought the boy`s lust for something
more thrill seeking he stayed to pulling pranks that caused no harm. Bruce was, I think a truly
good father to Jason, and Dick.
But as all fathers know we can not protect our children forever and Bruce Wayne of Wayne
enterprise soon found out. Because in the early fall of 2013, young Jason taking a flight to
Ethiopia to help serve as a guard and transport food for the starving and stranded there, was
on only his second day caught in an explosion in the supply warehouse, just two miles away to
come visit his son, was Bruce Wayne, unknowing young Jason was caught in the blast.
Even thought Bruce Wayne refused to comment on this, the grief on his face was oh so plain.
Officials in the area don't really know what happened but found bomb casings everywhere
and no supplies were found, we assume the supplied were smuggled out and a trap was set for
anyone who came across it.
Back in Gotham, Close friend of the family Alfred pennyworth sheds tears for the boys as does
police commissioners daughter Barbara Gordon, friend of Dick Grayson`s also cries for the boy.
while Bruce and Dick, Father and Brother to young Jason and heart broken to their core.
tears fall on my key board as I write this Gotham, even I feel the pain for this lost boy.
RIP Jason Todd, this is Vicky Vale with The Gotham Times
Tim took a deep breath and closed his eyes before wiping pre-tears from his eyes, he wished he never looked into this, it wasn't his family to look into. He wanted to apologize to Bruce and Alfred and Dick right now for even reading up, trying to crack how Jason Todd died, but he wasn't. They wouldn't ever know he looked at this story, completely true or not, this investigation was close.
Tim shut his computer and turned off the flash light, with a soft click.
Tim woke up early that next morning, and ran his mile run, did his work out sets and then headed threw the kitchen door to find Alfred making breakfast. The older man looked up him as he slid the pancakes onto another plate for all four of them and three extra on another plate. Tim rested the towel he was carrying on his shoulder and took his plate into the dinning room.
He ate slowly, the ghost of Jason Todd still stinging his mind like needles. Dick came in and said something but he was to busy pushing the fluffy food into the syrup.
"Ti-immy, earth to Tim." Dick called louder waving a hand in his face, "Hum?" Tim looked up at Dick and his wet hair, Tim`s own hair was slightly wet but not from water sadly, but his body was finally getting used to all this working out in one day and he sweat less and less.
"I said," Dick smirked, "Do you want to go swinging?"
"Swinging?" Tim asked still in a bit of a daze from his mind wandering off.
"Grappling, Gargoyles, tall buildings, c-come on Timmy work with me here, your supposed to be the boy genius." Dick joke scuffing his hair up, Tim punched him away playfully, giggling slightly, "Okay, yay I`ll go."
"You sound underwhelmed." Dick blinked.
"I`m totally whelmed Dick. Really, its just to couldn't sleep last night." Tim sighed. It was true, he didn't want to sleep and end up seeing Jason todd in his dreams, nor did he want to picture the fire, the flames. the explosion. his eyes must have betrayed something because Dick frowned worriedly, "Tim, are you sure your okay?"
"Yeah," Tim said smiling brightly to get himself more into the real world then he already was.
"If you say so." Dick nodded, he walked off and into the kitchen and Tim looked back to the remaining pieces of pancake that was soaked. "Completely whelmed." he muttered before pushing the plate away.